Here is my A/Ns for this story:
I am well aware that there are plenty of human trafficking stories on right now, espeicaly centering around JJ. I made this decision to write this story anyway and for the following reasons.
I survived it.
There is no other reason to write this story then to help me recover and move forward with my life. I have found that writing and giving control to even a fictional character has helped me tremendously.
That is why I am always so incredibly thankful for every single review I get.
Some of the events that happen in this story take place from what I went through. Others are stuff I just write, I will not differentiate between the two. But please be warned, sex trafficking is a horrific experience that the media simply cannot accurately portray. I am going to attempt to.
I will always put a warning in my AN's about what the chapter will contain.
I will finish Mentor, but am taking a break from it for a few days. This first chapter is short, but stay with me.
Hotch stared at the rookie cop, eyes glaring at the young man as he was patched up by the paramedics. He was bleeding from him temple, blood pouring down and staining his uniform, his eye swollen shut, and his hand already in a splint. But Hotch did not give a damn about any of his injures, the "officer" had done someting unforgiveable. He had let Hotch down and most importantly put an agent's life in danger.
"Where is she?" Hotch spoke after a good five minutes of staring at the cop. His voice was ice and pure hatred seemed to drip from every word spoken. The officer looked away, too afraid to make eye contact with the senior agent. "Where is she?" Hotch growled again.
Adam Tazo's heart was racing. He had failed and he knew it, but now, with the FBI breathing down his neck he was utterly terrified. He would take the beating he got again before he had to go through anymore of this.
"Look at me," The commanding voice seemed to give Tazo no option and he raised his eyes to meet Agent Hotchner's. "Where is Agent Jareau?"
"I.. I don't know." His voice shook.
"You were assigned to protect her, go with her. We found you two miles away from where we found her badge. What happened?"
Tazo swollowed and began speaking hoping he didn't start shaking. "We.. we were driving, I was planning on taking her to the ER like I was ordered to. We parked in the parking garage and I got out to come help her. By the time I got to her side she was unconscious, I was about to take off her seatbelt when I heard footsteps behind me. The next thing I know I am in the back of the SUV, lying next to her. Her eyes are closed but she is breathing, my head hurts." Tazo reached up and winced when he touched the bleeding mess on his head. "They thought I was still unconscious when they dumped me in the park.."
"You left her? You knew she was seriously injured and you didn't do anything?" Hotch hissed knowing this wasen't the rookie's fault, but unable to control his emotions. "You let them think you were asleep, you let them take her! She is on her own now and we have no idea what is wrong with her!"
"I.. I am sorry."
Hotch didn't bother to say anything, instead he picked up his phone and called his trusted source. "Garica," He even amazed himself at how calm his tone had become. "Get everyone here now. JJ's missing." His own heart dropped at his voice, "JJ's missing."